Whatever Alice did, or whatever she was planning on doing, finally finished it seemed. But all throughout that time, Anaxis was growing ever more impatient. And when the little event ended, he had had enough. He took a few steps forward, they needed answers and they needed them now. "We need to know anything and everything you know. Where has Grixis gone? What is he planning? The last we remotely saw him, he and his entire Hive fleet warped to a place beyond our solar system." Emaria seemed to sigh at his response. That was never a good sign. It was one that he didn't want to hear. "I wish I knew," she said, before looking at Alice, "much like the connection you have with Shovoroth, I could not see what he sees, only feel what he feels. I still feel him. The pain, the anger, the hate." She looked up at Shovoroth, then returned her sight back to Alice. "Shovoroth told me of Grixis' past. How he was tainted with the purest of Darkness, sought help, only to have his friends turn against him." She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath then breathing out, then opening her eyes again. "I know I should hate him, after everything he has done. But instead, I pity him. He went to the only ones he could call his family for help, only to find betrayal waiting for him. The Guardians wounded him. He sees the Light as the purest evil in existence. I just wish there was some way to help him. But it may be too late for him."